Vincent Fu was sitting in the car, wondering if he should send a message to Sandy Su that he might go home a little late tonight. After thinking for a while, he gave up.
There was no reason for him to flatter Sandy Su.
He opened the door and got out of the car. Maybe it was because of his worries, his footsteps were a little heavy.
At the family dinner.
George Fu sat in the center, seriously and without any smile.
Lynn Lin was sitting next to George Fu, smiling gently. She did a very careful work in her skincare, which helped her stay in her early thirties. It was sure that the ordinary second mistress of rich families were both young and beautiful.
Lynn Lin's eldest son, Justin Fu, was sitting on the other side of George Fu, picking up some dishes for his father, and a
